Remember the first time
On second thought please
Don't remember the first time
‘Cause going there and feeling that
Don't do me any good

But wasn't it special
Oh no no no
It wasn't so special
‘Cause what would I be doing here alone
And what about it

It's in the way (heave ho heave ho)
You always want to go there
You wanna mine the gold of
What we had or did we really have it
Don't wanna see those eyes
Don't wanna take that ride
No I'm not driving down your sentimental highway
Don't wanna be nostalgic
Don't want to be nostalgic for something that never was

Well you were a looker
And you still are
You're a looker
But looking at you looking at me
Don't do me any good

I thought we were good together
Yes I did
I thought we were good together
But I was wrong
And I've been wrong before so many times

It's in the way (heave ho heave ho)
You always want to go there
You wanna mine the gold of
What we had or did we really have it
Don't wanna see those eyes
Don't wanna take that ride
Lord knows I'm not driving down your sentimental highway
Don't want to be nostalgic
Don't want to be nostalgic for something that never was

You will find me at the back of the bathhouse
Waiting for the heat
Oh holy night at the back of the bathhouse
Turn the lights down low

Won't you meet me at the back of the bathhouse
I'll be waiting for you
Oh holy night at the back of the bathhouse
Turn the lights down low

Don't want to be nostalgic
Don't want to be nostalgic
Don't want to be nostalgic for something that never was